DUB$T3P T0TAL 1137 K1NGD0Mz

A man meets his dubstep-fueled destiny. With Roughneck basses.

FOR MAXIMUM READER PLEASURE, LISTEN TO THIS TRACK


ALSO TRY TO SCROLL UP AND DOWN REALLY FAST DURING THE WUBS

It was a normal day like every other. A man just got out of his house to go to work
and do his things in life. This day, however, this normal man became destined
to become the awesome ruler of the kingdom of dubstep. But he did not know that.

He hated dubstep, hipsters, redditors, bronies and other scum that plagued the world and
the intertubes. While he was trying to relax in car, the noises of the outside world
grew louder. It wasn't a normal sound. They were akin to the sounds the devil makes
when he eats tacos and has a bissexual threesome. It was dubstep.

His patience was dwindling. He couldn't sustain it for much longer, he thought.
But it was then that he saw a multitude walking with signs and wearing troll face
masks, s****y and bizarre clothing similar to pandas when they are sick.

The group of people were in a moderate distance, but you could still read the signs.
"Libertarian pricks", he said to himself, as he grew more and more detached.

He was stuck in a traffic jam, so he slept. He had a weird dream where the world was
completely white with colored neon signs. He started walking when he heard dubstep again.
He wondered where the horrible sound was coming from and quickly noticed a black and gold
limo that the dubstep was coming from.

The window of the limo opened and he saw himself wearing douchebag clothes.
The man inside the limo shouted one of the most horrible things that man has ever heard.
He shouted: "SKRILLEX RULES!". The man, known affectionately
by his friends and family as "Donuts" and the person which I was talking about in the
beginning fainted.

Donuts awoke and saw himself in a dark room filled with people similar to the horrible
crowd he had seen earlier. He was placed in the middle of a circle made of pony plush toys
and oversized glasses. The damned dubstep was still playing in this dark place.
As if it wasn't enough, those people chanted, as if in a trance
(GET IT? TRANCE MUSIC) "WUB WUB WUB WUWUWUWUWBBBBBWUWB"

The chants grew louder and louder. Then suddenly it was all over, or at least Donuts thought
so. But suddenly again, they shouted together: "Are you ready for the Ruffneck Bass?"
An explosion could be heard. NO! It wasn't a normal explosion. It was an explosions from
the heart! (Not a heart attack, that's different.) Donuts had a vision. He had seen it, and
he would fulfill the ancient prophecy foretold by the Reptilians and 9/11.
He would become the supreme ruler of the world.

A long time passed since that day. Donuts would become the man he saw in his dream.
He became the ultimate d****e. He ruled the world. He created industries which their
only purpose was to build ways to troll people effectively, industries to build subwoofers
so that the Holy Bass could be heard. The world was a complete totalitarian dystopia,
where airships floated across the skies spreading the Holy Sound.

Dubstep police killed people who tried to listen to any music that wasn't dubstep.
Classical music, was so outlawed that devices that played classical music poisoned
the air around it. Making everyone around the device tranform their bodies
into a rubik's cube.

The man who was once the god of the human world, Morgan Freeman, descended from his
reign in the skies and succumbed to the will of Donuts. Donuts got laid many times
because he was the new king of the world and wasn't fat.

ROGUHNECK BASS ROUHNGHNECK BASS ROUGHNECK BASS ROUGHNECK BASS WUB

ALL HAIL THE DUBSTEP KINGDOM.


rEVIWES:
10/10 WOULD READ AGAIN